Samarkar pursed her lips and shook her head. "It turns out it's not such a great world for bringing fat babies into. Right now, anyway."

"It never is," said Hrahima. She'd been silent so long that the humans jumped at the sound of her voice. In the intimacy of their exchange, they had more or less forgotten her. "And yet fat babies keep getting born. And most of us only regret having been born intermittently."

If I do not finish this book today, I will only have to finish it tomorrow.